Black, blue, purple,
With dots of orange, white, yellow,
And you wonder why it is dark,
As your eyes look down to the ground.
Dream, my friend,
For dreams will be light,
Dreams will be a start,
Let that bossa nova song go on,
Deep, deep into the night.
And you wonder where are your wings,
As you dig deeper into the bog,
Let the constellations above,
Spark within, ignite!
27th November 2015